When Hama didn't answer Angry saw that he had fallen asleep by Crystal's bedside. Quietly he walked to the bed and looked at Crystal.
Her skin was waxen and pale in the fat candle light, Her breathing was only perceptible from a slight rising and falling of her breast and her closed eyes darted back and forth beneath their lids. His heart ached as he stood and took in every deatil of her. He was feeling so helpless, so utterly utterly helpless.
All he could do was to pull up a chair, kiss her upon the forehead and sit holding her hand in his, idly tracing circles on her palm.
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The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, Ride on.
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